Fifteen seasons in and I’m still dying for Prue to say a cake literally tastes like dogshit on Bake Off

Apple Intelligence is keeping me in the loop with my friends.

The BPM mixes on Spotify are handy for when you want to go for a run or need to push through a sleepy afternoon at work.

Packing up the house to move interstate. Getting the urge to burn everything and start again every ten minutes or so.

And now their watch has ended. Sleep soundly, Silvia and Rocky 🫡

Baking soda and vinegar are the Swiss Army knife of cleaning.

Not a good day to be a task on my “Someday” list.

Returns to work after two weeks off. Logs in, takes a deep breath, cracks knuckles, breaks thumb, rolls into a ball, dies.

I think I’ve become a Whittaker’s chocolate guy.

Purgatory must be watching the stock footage from online compliance training in an endless loop.

Last day of school energy in the house today.

Got sparkle Siri now iOS has the yeah-nah language pack installed. Instant review: the animation when you hit the button is sick.

Black Doves on Netty goes good. Feels like all the shows I’ve dug this year have Brit connections.

I don’t know what happened to make my Lightroom catalog backups sync to Dropbox properly again but I’m thankful for it.

Day four of my lower back resembling a six car pile up. Ain’t no fun.